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Hope’s Savior ( John Seed x OC ) | Part 13

Summary: Trinity-Hope Johnson finds herself in the middle of a holy war, leading the Resistance, while having a complicated relationship with one of the cult’s herald. And she thought her first case would be easy. Oh how wrong she was!

Pairings: John Seed/Fem!Deputy, John Seed/OC, Earl Whitehorse & OC ( uncle&niece ), Joseph Seed/Fem!Deputy ( kind of ), might add more later

Warnings: mild language, violence, eventually smut, masturbation, oral sex, you know guys the usual, use of drugs ( bliss and other, thanks to Sharky ), fluff ( does that even need a warning? ), manipulation, angst, mention of mental illness ( insomnia, depression ), mention of child abuse ( from John’s side ), torture, I think that’s it? I swear it’s not so bad!

Word Counter: 5610

Notes: Okay, so the story from here will change a lot. I mean the mood of it. Hope will go through some serious character change ( for the worse or the better who knows ) and I will abandon the canon story. In a lot of places, but try to stay true the Far Cry mood. Anyways other notes down belows! ♥

Hope got into her truck as quickly as she could, guns ready. She could win a race against Adam at the speed she is going. Her mind and thoughts racing as well. What if they are already dead? But she shakes her head, they can’t be dead! They are not dead!

In another situation, if her friends lives weren’t at stake she would laugh. John literally kidnap her a day before and now he wants to confront her again. I would be flattered if he wasn’t trying to kill my people.

The engine’s sound is all she can hear along the road. No random peggies trying to kill her on the way. No one is out, not even animals. Like nature itself knows what’s about to go down. But does she know? Does she really know what will happen? And if it were come to that, could she really kill John Seed?

As she reaches Fall’s End she can hear the church bell ringing. So dramatic. Mostly creepy. Hope parks at the side of the road and as she walks toward Jerome’s church she watches the crows flying around the building. A peggie truck is set there, red carpet along the way to the door. Bliss pedals all around the carpet, a white arch, decorated with bliss flowers and white materials.

The church itself is decorated with dead crows and a peggie symbol hanging from the bell tower.

“Jesus Christ...” She mutters as she looks at the scenery.

She feels even more creeped out when she was approaching Joseph’s church back when they arrived in Hope County. This feels more fucked up...

Her mind trying to make the situation light thinks: Is this my wedding day? But even her weird humor is not working at this moment.

As she slowly walks toward the closed door she crouches down next to a guy who is on the ground. He’s dead of course. She stands back up, weapon ready to fire if someone decides to show up in front of her.

As soon as she opens the door though a peggie readies his weapon and before she could do anything she’s hit in the head, unconscious, not even given the time to say: ‘Fuck.’

Her head is pounding and she can’t feel her body as she starts to wake up. If she didn’t have a concussion yet she sure as shit does now. Hope groans a couple of times before opening her eyes, facing a gun pointed at her head.

For a second or so she doesn’t even know where she is and how she got there, only thing she knows that her wound on her head is bleeding again.

It takes another second to realize she’s in the church at Fall’s End and that the peggie standing above her is standing right on her throat, making her hungry for air. The man seems to realize that as well as he raises his boot from her, making the young woman gasp for air.

Then as she looks down, well still above her, she looks at a concentrated John Seed. What is he doing? Just as she thinks her hearing and sight becomes clear. A drill sound coming from too close and a sharp sting on her chest, right under her collar bone.

Hope grabs the man arm in an awkward way, trying to push him away, but she can’t feel her limbs right, feeling weak.

John takes the tattoo gun away from her, looking down at the junior deputy.

“Hold still... It’s supposed to say ‘Wrath’ not... ‘rat’.”

He says and then continues to work on her skin. Getting an unwanted tattoo is one thing. Also getting it screwed up? Nah, thank you. So she releases his arm and just lays there on the ground. Taking whatever he has to give her.

But it can’t happen in silence, no he has to speak through it of course. It wouldn’t be John Seed if he wasn’t talking while carving a word into her skin. He started while she was unconscious, not fair...

“Sin must be exposed so it may be absolved. If we hide our sin, we hide ourselves...”

Hope looks down at his shirt, at the word Sloth, but most importantly at the key dangling from his neck. The key to the bunker! John smiles a bit as he looks into her eyes then back to his work.

She doesn’t exactly feel the whole thing thanks to her head wound, but he seems to push it harder against her skin, watching her breath quicken at the contact.

“You will not hide any longer. Your true self will spill out on this floor for all to see.”

And as she makes a muffled groan of pain he pulls the tattoo gun away from her, a wicked smile on his face, a smile with shark teeth.

“Aaaah...” He says and puts down the tattoo gun next to her on the wooden floor and pats her thigh a bit as he stands up, towering over her, then backing up, admiring his own handiwork.

Hope doesn’t want to look. She has a feeling it won’t stay on her long so what would be the point anyway. She sits up looks at the people for the first time in the church.

Pastor Jerome and Mary May standing in the back at, in front of the altar. Behind them peggies pointing guns at them. On the left side Nick, without his shirt, a cultist standing behind him holding a gun against his head.

On the right side on the floor Adam and Liza, both bloody and in pain, Adam lying on the floor, Liza crouching next to him, trying to comfort the man.

Fuck... Hope thinks. She wasn’t fast enough, John seemed to have his fun before her.

Two peggies sitting in the benches, one on the left one on the right side. A peggie staning next to John as he backs up, holding a Book of Joseph.

“Perfect.” John exhales, looking down at Hope’s chest.

He giggles, the only sound that can be heard in the church, echoing through the air. Arms open, kind of mimicing Joseph Seed’s posture.

“If Mohammed won’t come to the mountain, then bring the mountain to Mohammed.”

Hope grimaces and rolls her eyes, already having enough of his dramatic bullshit for the day.

“Oh, spare me...” She mutters, but it’s clear and loud thanks to the creepy silence.

“Let’s begin.” John turns around, taking the Book of Joseph from the cultist next to him, who then comes to Hope and not very nicely pulls her up to her feet with the help of the peggie who was standing on her when she woke up.

Being held by two men and her still light and weak feeling not going away makes her do what they want her to do, walk up to the altar with them before John.

As she gets closer to Mary May, Jerome and Nick she looks at them carefully. Mary’s face being beaten up, bruises on her. Jerome holding the Bible in his hands, being without a shirt as well as Nick, his chest bloody. And as she looks at his wound Hope winces as John slaps the Book of Joseph on the Pastor’s injury. Fucker...

The younger Seed brother slaps the Bible out of his hands down to the floor and it lands at Hope’s boots. While he gives the Book of Joseph to Jerome, who holds it now.

Mary May looks at Hope and whispers a ‘sorry’. But why? Hope doesn’t know. She is the one that should be sorry. She riled up the Baptist and now it’s her fault they are all here.

“I thought a friendly face might make your Atonement easier...” John says, holding Jerome’s shoulder, leaning his head right next to the Pastor’s ear.

“Our devoted...” He waits as nothing happens, slightly raising his eyebrows. The peggie holding the gun smacks Jerome’s other hand with the gun. “We are gathered here to bear witness...”

John continues but is left to silence again. But he’s not a patient man as he sighs and motions to the cultist holding the gun on Jerome. The man smacks him hard with his gun on his face, Jerome almost falling to the ground. All of them - Nick, Mary May and Hope - try to catch him but the peggies holding them all down won’t let them.

“You son of a bitch.” Mary says, trying to reach John, but the peggie holding him down and the one that hit Jermoe hits her on the head with the gun as well.

Hope growls impotently at them then looking down at Jerome she stops. The man shoves away the Book of Joseph on the floor while everyone else is occupied with Mary May and he grabs the Bible again. Both book looking similar no one else notices. But Hope does and a memory hits her. The gun! There’s a gun inside of it! She remembers when Jerome came to her after the Cleansing he put the gun inside of it. Now how to get a hold of it?

Hope looks up as John laughs, arms open, holding them up like a saying of sorry.

“Hahahaha. Let’s try that again, haha.”

And he quickly changes mood, grabbing the now standing Pastor’s shoulder again, voice a lot more unpatient this time.

“Our devoted. We are gathered here to bear witness...”

They stand in front of Nick, and Jerome repeats the Seed’s words this time.

“Our devoted. We are gathered here to bear witness...”

John almost doesn’t waits for him to finish as he continues:

“To those willing to atone for their sins.”

Jerome disgusted by the words repeats them. John now looks at the pilot.

“Will you, Nick Rye place your hands upon The Word of Joseph?”

Jerome starts to repeat the sentence, but Nick growls, interrupting him, though his hatred is towards John not the Pastor.

“Oh, fuck that! Nah, I ain’t ever giving in to that psychopath.”

Hope holds her breath, looking at John while Nick says that, watching the man not blink, face unreadable for most of them, but the deputy sees right through it. And here he goes, his Wrath as he pushes past the Pastor. Nick wants to punch him by the looks of it, but the peggie holds him back and the one from the Deputy’s side goes to help him hold the pilot back.

John stands right before him, voice seemingly calm:

“There it is. Greed.” He motions with his hands to Nick’s Greed tattoo on his chest. “Always thinking of yourself...”

When Nick gathers some spit in his mouth and sends it right into John’s face Hope can’t help but let out a muffled chuckle, biting her cheeks inside to hide her amusement. John looks at her for a moment, not amused as he shakes his head a bit, wiping the spit away from his beard, then looking down at it. Hope for a moment thinks he’ll taste it as well as he did with her back in the bunker, but he doesn’t. He fakes a chuckle and says:

“What is it with you people and spitting?”

Hope struggles against the one peggie holding her, as John puts his hands on Nick, worried for the man’s life. They can’t hear what he’s whispering into the pilot’s ear, but Rye seems to have a worried expression and he stops struggling against the cultists holding him.

John leans back, eyebrows raised and asks:

“Nick?”

The man fakes a smile and looks at the junior deputy for a moment.

“Yes. Yes, I will atone.”

Hope shakes her head slowly in disbelief and panicks as John gets a knife into his hands.

“No...” She whispers and as the peggies lay Nick down on the floor she shouts. “NO! You son of a bitch, let him go!” She almost cries out.

She doesn’t even know the man that long, hell they met today, but she felt more connection to the Ryes than anyone else in the Valley. So watching him getting his skin peeled off of him hurts her like hell.

Nick cries out as the skin is removed from him, John holding it up in the air with triumph, turning back so he can show it to them. Hope has the urge to cry and puke.

“That is the Power of Yes.” He exhales hardly, and looks at the Deputy for a second. “The power to take away your sins.”

He moves to the wall quickly, stapling the skin on it, like he did with the skins on his workbench back in the bunker.

He crouches down, putting his hand on the back of Nick, with the intent to comfort, but it makes Hope blood boil, wanting nothing but to hurt John for what he did. But he just continues:

“The power to set you free.”

He makes some sighing sounds, which is ridiculous because he didn’t do anything that would make him breathless. Unless he has a fucking boner from this... Sadistic fuck...

John washes the blood from his hands at the altar, in a bowl of water, then sprays it in the air as he tries to shake the wetness from his hands.

He turns around and grabs on Jerome, making the man stand right before Hope. She clenches her hands into fists so forcefully, her own nails hurt her palm, she can even feel blood coming out of her hands, but damn, she doesn’t care. She looks into the eyes of the Baptist and has no idea how she could see any beauty in the man’s eyes before. There’s nothing beautiful in him at this moment.

“Will you, Deputy, place your hand upon the Word of Joseph?” He asks, not breaking eye contact with her.

Jerome holding out the book to her repeats his words:

“Will you, Deputy, place your hand upon the Word of Joseph?”

John almost doesn’t wait for him as he continues:

“And renounce your sins and admit your transgressions.” His voice a lot more calm, smooth. But he’s impatient.

“And renounce your sins and admit your transgressions.” The Pastor repeats.

Jerome steps closer to her and John holding his neck lets him, not breaking eyecontact with the young woman. The Pastor looks at her and says:

“Say Yes.”

Hope doesn’t look at him, her angry face looking right into John’s. He looks frightening, like a wolf to a sheep, but she’s not afraid. Her disgust and fury doesn’t let her fear. She doesn’t say a thing, as the Baptist’s face softens:

“It’s just one word.”

Is it though? Because it fucking looks like it means more to you. She thinks. The man actually has a hollywood sign of ‘Yes’ in the Valley, like a maniac. So no, it’s not just a fuckin’ word.

John’s not patient and he motions to the peggie next to Jerome who hits the Pastor hard on his head with his gun, Mary May catching him before John and the peggie makes him stand straight again.

Does it worth it? Not saying anything, and then getting the Pastor beat up for it? Of fucking course it’s not worth it, but her guts and pride doesn’t let her speak.

John doesn’t waits long, motioning to the peggie to hit him again, this time Mary May catching the Pastor and looking at Hope:

“Just say yes.”

John doesn’t say anything, but gestures to the owner of the Spread Eagle like: ‘Bitch listen to your friend at least. She knows the deal.’ As Pastor Jerome stands before her, holding out the book she considers three things quickly:

1: I grab the gun and get killed in the moment, but at least I tried. 2: I say Yes and get a skin-off-session with John and after that who knows what will happen. 3: I don’t say yes and they’ll keep beating and hurting my friends.

She opens her mouth slowly, like trying to find the right words, John’s eyes glistening with hope, but she quickly grabs on the book and opens it.

“GUN!” The peggie next to her say, as Hope aimlessly shoots, missing John.

They grab on her arm, but she fights the peggie off, hitting the cultist in the face with her elbow. While others start shouting, and jumping on the peggies.

A couple of cultists surround John and they lead him away, out the church, while he grabs his left ear. I could swear I didn’t hit him... She thinks, but not for long as the cultists shout:

“Get John to his Ranch! Move!”

The fuck?! To the Ranch, really?! Of course it’s true, the place was empty when she left it, so they could bring him home without a problem.

“Fuck!” She says as a peggie shoots at her and she slides down to the benches’ cover in time. She lands next to Adam and Liza, looking down at them and asks the stupidest question:

“You two are okay?” How would they be okay? They look the worst in shape out of all of them. Liza without her skin, Adam’s sin carved into him... With a knife, not even a tattoo gun.

She doesn’t wait for confirmation though, she has to move. Now!

“Get me to my ranch. Go! Go! Get me to my airstrip!”

That’s John’s voice from outside. The Deputy grabs the gun she got from the bible before and shoots down a peggie, so she can run next to the body and loot the weapon from the dead cultist. It’s a lot easier to fight with an AR-C against them, not just a revolver.

Pastor Jerome is outside as the shooting starts, but Hope can’t find John anywhere. She shoots down the cultists and then runs up to Jerome who dismisses her:

“I’ll take care of Nick, go! Go with Mary and finish this!”

Hope quickly looks for the bartender and watches her enter a car with an automatic weapon on it.

“Deputy! He’s gonna get away! Let’s get a move on!”

Hope runs up to the car and enters from behind, getting behind the weapon and as she does so, Mary May starts the engine, going fast that Hope thinks she’ll fall off from the truck if they take a quick turn.

“I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t fun.” Mary says from the car and Hope frowns at that.

“THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” The deputy screams down into the car, not seeing the face of the woman.

But there’s no time for chit-chat as a Resistance truck in front of them on the road gets a missile and blows up. Hope readies the weaponary in her hands and shoots at the peggies off the road.

“Can’t one thing be easy today?!” She screams frustrated.

There was literally no one on the road when I was going to the church.

As trucks proceed to follow them she shoots at them as well. She’s not good at heavy weapons, she doesn’t like them anyway, but she uses them now. Having nothing else on her and not wanting to die.

“PLANES!” Mary May shouts just as Hope managed to get rid of the trucks behind them.

What the fuck am I supposed to do with those?!

“Hit the gas!” Hope shouts back to the woman as she tries to shoot at the planes, but let’s be honest they are outnumbered.

They turn in to the Ranch, the mini sign of YES welcoming them as Hope watches a plane take off from the airstrip. Shit, that’s John! The young woman recognizes the plane from the night of the arrest.

Mary drives by the Ranch right onto the airfield, where other planes are set. When did they arrive? How did they have the time for all of this? She doesn’t know and she doesn’t have the time to waste on thinking of it.

There are two planes: one at the hangar and one at the airstrip already. She jumpes off the car, not waiting for it to stop and leaves Mary to fight off the peggies as she enters it.

“I literally had one flight before this and the guy is obsessed with the plane. Chances I win? Low...” She says to herself as she enters the plane, starting the engine and flying to the direction after John Seed.

There’s at least a parachute next to her if she needs to use it.

Her radio crackles to life and Nick’s voice can be heard:

“Partner, it’s Nick. I’m not lettin’ that motherfucker get away with this. I can fly if you need. Just say the word.”

“God, Nick, yes! Please!” She pleads for the man.

“Let’s get this son of a bitch!”

The radio doesn’t end as John speaks, Hope not even getting close to his plane yet:

“Nick Rye! Have you already forgotten what I told you--”

The Seed doesn’t get enough time to finish as the pilot angrily interrupts him:

“Fuck you! You’re a goddamn demon and we’re gonna send you straight back to hell. You hear me?! You’re a dead man!”

John’s amused or annoyed -Hope can’t tell - voice replies:

“My, my, my... how contagious wrath can be. I’ll just have to kill you both.”

Hope finally can see his plane in view and she concentrates on following him, not saying a word to the man. But that’s just not working out to John of course as he speaks to her now, only her:

“The Father gave you a chance for salvation and you threw it away! Look at what you’ve done. Look at the wrath you have wrought!”

She almost gets a heart attack as John plane takes a turn and goes straight to her plane’s way. She quickly pulls up the control stick, barely getting away from collision.

“How about you try not to kill us both?!” She shouts back to him, trying to steady her plane in the air.

Nick comes to help and starts shooting John’s plane. And as the young woman gets the control over her plane again she follows his lead.

“You could have helped us build a paradise, a future.” John sounds hurt, but his words doesn’t affect her. “Instead you choose to burn it all down!”

She scoffs at that and sighs in relief as John’s plane starts to smoke after shots from her and Nick... Well, mostly Nick.

“Yeah, well it’s not my fault you actually thought I would join your stupid cult.”

And without warning Nick drops a bomb on John’s plane.

“Agh! No-NO!” The Seed’s radio starts to break as the plane “I’m losing control...I had an a.... going do...”

They are almost at John’s bunker as his plane crashes, though he exits it and uses his parachute. Without a second thought Hope lets go of the controls, her plane going crazy at that as she quickly gets the parachute on her and exits the plane.

Never jumped out a plane before, I guess I can cross this out from my bucket-list. She thinks. Always trying to ease her worry and anxiety with humor. Usually it doesn’t work, but she does so anyway.

“Brothers. Sisters. Do not fear. We have prepared for this. The Father has shown us the way. Prepare my bunker. I’m coming to join you. We will await the Collapse together...”

John’s voice says as he lands on the ground, alive of course, running for his bunker. Hope leaves the air quickly behind him, exiting the parachute before landing, taking a minor fall. But she doesn’t waste time getting to her feet again, running after the man. This is it. She thinks. I can finally free Hudson.

And before they leave the forest and she gets close behind she jumpes on the man, both landing on the ground with a groan. She turns him around and hits his face with her fist. Bone to bone colliding, as she pushes herself up from him. Before he could stand up she gets the revolver aimed at his head.

It feels almost surreal. After the long chase, the shoutings and shootings: this sudden silence.

No birds or sound of gunfire. Nothing. Just them, facing each other, him on the ground and her standing above him. Him at the verge of death, her being the breaking point.

They breath heavily, looking at each other in the eye. Both waiting for the other one to speak first or to act first. She actually waits for him to try to run, to knock the gun out of her hand. Anything that would give her the right to shoot the man down. But he doesn’t.

She looks at the key dangling from his neck and she grabs it, but he catches her wrist, holding her in place. Her other hand holding the gun against his head.

“What if Joseph is right? Did you ever stop to think about that?” He speaks, finally something breaking the silence between them.

His voice sounds tired and only now she looks down at him really. He seems more injured than her. Not exactly dying yet, but still. He’s not far from it.

“Everyone thinks he’s crazy, but he’s not... Look around you, this world is on the brink. You can feel it in your bones. Look at the headlines.” He laughs that leads to a cough. “Look who’s in charge.”

“Shut up...” She whispers. Not angry, not hateful, just tired.

But he doesn’t care as he continues on. Knowing it wouldn’t take much for her to shut him up, forever.

“You want this key because you think you’re saving people but they are already safe.” He sounds sincere, like he’s still trying to convince her of the Project. And it actually moves her in a way. Heart clenching in her chest as he looks down at the man. “We had a plan.”

Hope closes her eyes, too tired to hear him speak. Too tired of it all. It feels too much, too overwhelming. The previous high from adrenalin and fight long gone. There’s just exhaustion in all possible way: physical and mental.

“Just shut up...” She whispers again, voice tired and hurt by all the things that happened in the last month.

His hurt voice makes her open her eyes again, looking into his blue ones. Of course he doesn’t listen to her... Just as she doesn’t listen to him.

“You don’t understand... You don’t believe. You don’t care!!!”

He shouts at her angrily, defeated, disappointed... It’s not that she doesn’t care. Exactly the opposite. She cares too much, about everyone and everybody. The Resistance, god, even the cult sometimes. Wondering about Joseph Seed’s words. Joseph’s words... She remembers his morning call.

The leather holding the key in his neck breaks, but his hand still holds onto her wrist. The key already in her fist he looks up at the woman:

“Shoot me then!” He says it with such a spite it hurts her.

Yeah, shoot him. What are you waiting for? A voice says inside her head. He tortured your friens, kidnapped you and others. God, who knows how many he killed. This is her chance, the only opporunity probably to end him.

She readies her finger on the trigger as they look into each others eyes. This is it. Do it. Do it!

Her hand shakes around the gun, god why is she shaking so much? She never did before, always steady with her kills. Why the change now? ‘I ask you to spare his life.’ Joseph Seed’s words echo in her head, but that’s not the only thing stopping her.

She was so ready after his call, determined to end him for her friends. Even in the church she shot at him, hoping she would hit him with the bullet. But now, that she’s not surrounded by cultists or guns or her friends. It’s just the two of them. And she can’t do it. God damn it!

“Fuck...” She mutters as she straightens up, already knowing she’ll regret her decision later, looking at the bunker and an empty peggie truck in front of it, just a couple of meter away from them.

Then she looks back at the man on the ground below her, gesturing with her gun.

“Get up.” She says simply and is faced with a confused expression on John’s face. She has the key, what else does she want from him, he probably thinks and stays on the ground.

She rolls her eyes and raises her voice a bit, impatient:

“Get up!”

John tries to, but his injuries must hurt really bad as he groans by just sitting up, trying to push himself from the ground. She watches him, then puts the key inside her pocket and gets next to him, grabbing on his shoulder, pulling him up to his feet. He’s surprised but doesn’t say anything as they start to walk toward the truck. He has a limp, something he either got from the plane crash or when she tackled him down to the ground.

She opens the truck door to the backseat and shoves him in there, closing it on him as she enters from the front, taking the wheel. She starts the engine and drives down from the bunker. She doesn’t exactly know where she’s going or what her plan is. But she can’t just shoot him. She just can’t...

“What are you doing?” Comes a confused ask from the backseat.

Hope looks at the rear-view mirror, meeting John’s gazing blue eyes then she looks back at the road, driving like she knows what she’s doing.

“Driving.” She says, her voice sassy.

A scoff comes from behind, and though she can’t see John smiles at that.

“I meant what is your plan? Going to go and kill me somewhere else?”

He asks it, but they both know that’s not true. No, she had her chance at killing him. She had the right moment and she wasted it. It makes her cringe, not wanting to explain her actions when even she can’t understand them.

“Shut up or I’ll gag you.” She spits and he chuckles in the back, which turns into a cough. Making her look back at him for a second, checking out his injuries. He needs to be patched up.

“I can’t wait.” He says and she rolls her eyes, looking at the road, her destination still not clear in her head.

“Can you just not?! We were literally trying to kill each other not even half an hour ago.” And now we’re back at it again with the flirting... But she doesn’t say that out loud.

He just chuckles in the back seat, not even trying to fight her. Not like he would have a chance against her if he tried. He just lays down in the back seat, trying to get comfortable while she drives.

“Such wrath... You haven’t even looked at my work yet, Little Miss Wrath.”

She scoffs at the nickname, not knowing which is worse: Dep-yuu-tee or Little Miss Wrath. She takes a quick glimpse at her own chest, looking at John’s handiwork. ‘WRATH’ right under her collarbone. The skin red around the black ink.

“I hate it. Going to sue the artist, I hope he has a great lawyer.”

John straight out laughs at that, no mocking sound and she doesn’t want to acknowledge that it makes her smile a little. A smile that she quickly wipes off her face. She doesn’t need that. She doesn’t need his stupid laugh at her stupid joke. She needs rest and time to think. A place where she can plan her actions out.

She wants to tell him to shut up, but they both get silent as her radio crackles to life and Pastor Jerome starts speaking.

“Deputy... I don’t know what to say. John Seed terrorized this valley for so long.. Never thought I would see the end of him...”

God, now she feels even more confused with her mixed feelings and she feels like she betrayed him. She doesn’t dare to look at John, but she knows he’s watching and listening carefully.

“But you can’t pat yourself on the back just yet. Hudson and everyone else trapped in John’s bunker need to be rescued. I’ll round up whoever I can and meet you there, but you need to go now. There’s no telling what Eden’s Gate will do to them after all this.”

Shit... So her kind of first plan to go to the Jail and put John Seed there is now ended. She needs to get rid of him soon, so she can rescue Hudson. But she can’t just show up at Fall’s End with him like: ‘Yo, I know we just had a fight, people got tortured but I’m stupid and let John fuckin’ Seed live. Now we can all sit around the camp fire and sing Kumbaya.’

But then it pops to her. The perfect place, well... A place near that she could go to. And she just knows the person to call for help. The only one she can trust aaaand the only one that won’t want to kill John on sight.

“Already burying me. Too bad when they’ll find out I’m alive.” John amuses and Hope looks at him in the mirror not answering, which makes his face change. His charismatic, lawyer expression on: “Oh, so you won’t tell them, huh? You want me all to yourself, Deputy?”

She doesn’t acknowledges him as she sets her radio to the right station and speaks to it:

“Sharky... I need your help.”

A/N: Yay, finally got here too! *-* I can’t wait to show you guys what’ll happen next. Also I’m sorry when - because it will - the story turn dark a bit. But I guess you’ll have to wait and see for that, haha. Thanks for reading ♥

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